#trash pants: reborn

[jasperthehatchet]

Part 1 of my mending series! I embroidered the edge of the right pocket!

This alone took a while so I'm definitely taking my time with this project lol. But I'm making progress :)

I think I'll use browns or maybe blues for the left pocket for asymmetry and then next I'll tackle the waist band. Idk yet we'll see

[Image ID: two pictures of the right pocket on a worn out pair of light blue jeans. The top edge of the pocket is reinforced with light green and dark green embroidery thread and it alternates in-between the colors. Each block of color is about an inch long before it changes to the other color. The first image shows when it was almost done with the needle in the frame and the second image is the finished product. End ID]

[arkhamjack]

EDIT: Ok so originally I reblogged this post -> https://www.tumblr.com/madnessmadness/720786271203655680/trigun-like-many-apocalyptic-and-wasteland-epics?source=share

with a very very lengthy response and thought I'd make it a post on its own, so before you read on please read the original post!! Thanks

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I LOVE this analysis and the Mad Max examples! (biased as I am an inhabitant of the cursed land Down Under myself) and I would like to indulge in some further analysis of outfit (or lack thereof) symbolism!

I'll mostly be talking about Knives and there's also some SPOILERS for Trimax Vol. 7 and 13 (discussing the twins' childhood, Elendira's outfits and Legato).

Knives' getup here reflects the fear that drives him. He is completely covered - he is safe and protected from the outside world. There's even spikes protruding if anybody dares get too close. It expresses his need for safety but also reflects his need for control.

His nudity during the Fifth Moon incident is also interesting. If he's so hung up on protecting himself, why is he waving himself around on a mountain butt ass naked in front of his employees? 

(I love the hair flip panel lol) 

It's a display of power. He's just been reborn and he's all giddy. He's putting the fear of his divine angelic form into them. However, Vash is there too.

His nudity is NOT SEXUAL IN ANY WAY - it's a reflection of his plant PURITY. 

Knives makes himself an example to his brother. He's saying, 'Why can't you be like me? Why are you dirtying yourself with human contact?' (Despite Knives' whole thing being, yknow, wanting connection and understanding blah blah blah)(also plantc*st FUCK OFF)

The rest of Knives' wardrobe consists of lost tech exploration era space suits. They're not too bondage adjacent, but still cool and cunty imo. Though why is he hanging onto wearing shit from a very shitty time of his life? Simple: it sustains his drive for vengeance. 

These type of clothes were worn by those in a position of power who abused him, or more accurately, abused and eventually murdered Tesla.

In contrast to Knives' all or nothing approach to power dressing, Vash's underclothes expose his scarred skin, reflecting his willingness to degrade himself so openly to such a degree (remember the shit he pulled as Eriks?). However, the clothing that does restrict his body - his chest, the high collar, his shoulder, his right arm, his pants/boots - look... awkward? Uncomfortable? Idk but it SLAYS. 

My point is, Knives' clothing reflects a need to protect HIMSELF, whereas Vash's odd restrictive gear (particularly looking at the covered angel arm) reflects his need to protect OTHERS at the expense of himself. And of course, the suggestion of deviancy that OP mentioned. To Knives, Vash's deviancy is his love for humanity. It's fascinating visual coding and I love it. 

(This collaged pic from cellois on Pinterest)

On the subject of deviancy/perversion/queerness, I find Nightow's depiction of Elendira pretty well handled. She's trans and a villain yes, and she's a bit flirty with LR, but ultimately, he doesn't lean into portraying the transfem character as deviant/perverted/hypersexualised/fetishised. 

It could've been SO much worse.

We unfortunately don't know much about her backstory, but the fighting outfit she reveals during the fight with LR in volume 13, I believe mirrors the symbolism of Knives' suit. 

She's loyal to Knives (in which she beefs with Legato about lol there's also a lot of BDSM stuff goin on with that guy..(not referring to his SA at all btw)) and his 'all humans are trash' ideology which is so rooted in fear of being hurt, I can't help but see this reflected in her own character, for reasons we may never know. (I have theories) (I'll get to it at some point)

Anyway back to the outfit - it's very armour-like. It's also reminiscent of one of Knives' outfits, and dare I say they're a little yonic near the crotch and lower back. Their clothing expresses a need for self-protection, and by extension a reclaiming of power. 

I started talking about Wolfwood's deal but I think I'll leave it for another day tee hee I LOVE TRIGUN feel free to add ur own thoughts ok bye :))))

[empressofthesunwriter]

Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness

Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 1: The new Sakura

Maybe God or whoever put me in this position had a bit of mercy on me.

First I didn’t wake up Sakura, now my parents, after I screamed about my situation and second I woke up early enough in the morning, to get breakfast and go shopping for some Ninja Gear.

What Sakura owned differed from my style and Mitsuri Kanroji's; I needed to buy a new wardrobe.

Also let me tell you it was so strange being treated like a kid again, like a daughter, after three decades. I lost my parents sadly one after another in a short time.

Kizashi and Mebuki were nice people, without question, but I yearned for my parents since I was young again.

For the moment I ignored the feeling and looked around the clothing store I was in to find my new ninja gear.

Sakura's red battle dress, which I wore, would land in the trash soon.

I didn’t find 100% Mitsuri clothes, but the outfit had the colours of her uniform. A simple T-shirt with white sleeves, mesh armour under and pants in the same cooler. I also wore black fingerless gloves, the Ninja shoes stayed the same and I put my headband sideways on my hips.

Happy but a lot Ryo poorer I made my way to the Ninja Academy.

It’s a shame I woke up here when Team 7 got started. How should I get my Kenjutsu good enough before we reach the Wave Arc?

Zabuza and Haku are a headache just waiting for me.

I could bemoan my destiny or just wing it and I decided to just wing it.

I knew what was gonna happen, this was a huge advantage already.

No stress.

Let’s get this day over and tomorrow the Bell Test and then let’s see if I could start my Kenjutsu and testing if Breathing Styles worked here.

Thanks to Sakura’s memories I inherited, how else would I have found the clothing store, I reached the Academy without problems.

I slipped into the classroom sitting down on the first free seat I saw. No way, would I stand with the fangirls, worshipping Sasuke.

Slowly the classroom filled and since I didn’t want to sit between Naruto and Sasuke, Ino snatched the place.

She looked so smug.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even heard hearing the cries of unfairness from the nameless fangirls.

Finally, Iruka-Sensei arrived and the class calmed down. He gave us all a proud and happy smile.

“Starting today, you are all official ninjas, but…You all are still new Genin…”

I started to zoom out since I knew his whole speech and waited when he started calling for the Teams.

And here it comes…

“Next the 7th group, Uzumaki Naruto. Haruno Sakura-”

 Happy Naruto jumped up from his seat, shouting a yeah and searched the classroom for me.

“Sakura-Chan! Sakura-Chan! Hey! We are in a team!”, he hollered.

Most expected me to be disappointed, I saw it in their looks, but I’m not this Sakura. I’m my version of Sakura.

So I just gave him a nod.

That everybody was shocked was the understatement of the century. Ino looked at me as if I lost my marbles and Naruto was confused, yet smiled happily.

His happy smile fell as Iruka-Sensei called for the last name.

“Uchiha Sasuke!”

Like a balloon that lost air Naruto grumbled down on his seat, bemoening his destiny.

Ino again searched my eyes, sure waiting that I rubbed it under her nose that I was with Sasuke, I just deadpanned.

This freaked her out more and I could swerve she cursed quietly.

I had to fight a snort.

This could be so much fun to mess with these youngsters. I may be again 13 years old, but I’m still old in mind.

I may have found another hobby.

After Naruto complains about being with Sasuke in a Team and Iruka-Sensei lectures him we are dismissed till our Jonin-Senseis show up to pick us up.

If hellhounds were after her Ino runs up my seat, hissing: “What the hell, forehead?!”

I'm just deadpan.

“If you wanna complain about being in a team with Shikamaru and Choji while I’m with Sasuke take it up with Iruka-Sensei.”

“This is not…Sakura what’s wrong with you? You dress differently and what have you done with your hair? You aren’t yourself!”

Cool as a cucumber I stand up and put my hands in my pantspocket.

“Ino. We are Ninjas now. In the eyes of the village, we are adults. It’s time to grow up.”

Dramatically I leave the classroom, leaving a flabbergasted Ino behind.

I don’t get far enough since Naruto catches up to me.

“Sakura-Chan!”, he yells. The boy needs to learn to keep his voice down. “Let’s eat together since we’re in the same group now.”

For a moment I wondered if we should invite Sasuke, but knowing the Uchiha he wouldn’t come surely. Another time we will try to bond with him.

So I said simply to Naruto: “Sure. Ichiraku Ramen sounds good?”

The joy on his face is so bright he could light up a whole town with it.

Wish I had a camera to take a pic and give it to Hinata. She would surely appreciate it.

He takes my arm and drags me to the Ramen Shop.

Lunch with Naruto is… interesting. The boy really talks about nothing and all. Reminds me of my youngest grandchild, my little Haru.

Like with him, I want to coo at Naruto and just pinch his adorable whisker cheeks, but I can stop myself.

It would be too weird.

Also, I’m trying to make clear to Naruto that I never want to that him.

I quite literally said: “Naruto, this is not a date and never will I date you. I’m simply not interested, but we can be friends.”

He seemed sad, yet happy that I wanted to be his friend.

Let’s hope it got to his thick skull and his crush on Sakura will die in the next few episodes…I should probably say weeks.

This is my life now, not an anime.

Ichiraku’s Ramen was so good, that I will definitely come here to eat.

With thank you’s to Teuchi and Ayame we make our way back to the academy.

Nothing really exciting happens after we sit down by Sasuke. The Uchiha did give me a suspicious look, but I just gave him a friendly nod and talked with Naruto about how good our lunch was.

Slowly but surely the Jonin Senseis came to pick up their teams, and then Iruka-Sensei left too, so we, Team 7, were all alone in the classroom.

I knew we would be waiting for a long time so I got out a notebook and began to draw. 

In my old life, I worked as an illustrator for children's books. 

I always liked drawing, I even learned to draw in Kishimoto’s Style. 

Maybe, in my younger days, I have drawn some NaruHina doujinshi, hust.

Anyway, I was drawing a scene with a mother who had her little girl sitting on her lap, both smiling loving at each other as Naruto shrieked: “He is late!”

“Just sit down and stop looking out the door. It will not make our Sensei appear faster.”, I told him, starting to shade.

“How can I when our sensei is the only one late?! All the other groups went somewhere with their sensei and Iruke-Sensei went already home.”

“We know Naruto, but it doesn’t change anything.”

I don't look up from my drawing while Naruto starts to set up his prank for Kakshi. Sasuke tells him that a Jonin would never fall for such a prank and that’s when I look up and see our dear Sensei Kakashi walk in as the eraser hits him on the head.

I snorted loudly, Naruto laughed, while Sasuke was just disappointed in the Jonin.

“How should I say this…”, musses Kakashi. “My first impression of your guys is…I hate you.”

Sasuke and Naruto frown, while I just deadpan.

We follow Kakshi to the roof.

Time to introduce us to each other.

I let it play out like in the canon timeline and Kakashi starts: “I’m Hatake Kakashi. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream…I have a few hobbies.”

“What a letdown.”, I whisper to Naruto and Sasuke. “He only told us his name.”

Naruto nods in agreement.

It’s also now his turn.

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto. I like cup ramen. But I like the ramen at Ichiraku that Iruka-Sensei bought for me even more. I hate the three minutes that I have to wait after I put the hot water. My hobby is to eat and compare cup ramen! And my dream is to become greater than the Hokages. I’m going to make all the villagers recognise my existence.”

Kakashi-Sensei tells me now to go.

“I’m Haruno Sakura. I like travelling and learning new things. What I hate is ignorance and blindless hate. My hobbies include drawing, collecting mangas and knitting. My dream is to become a powerful kunoichi and show all chauvinistic pigs how strong a woman can be! Also, I would like to illustrate stories for children and one day have a family. I want to adopt.”

The looks I earn are priceless. 

Kakashi-Sensei seems utterly surprised, but approving, Sasuke frowns deepens and Naruto grins at me. I saw how for a short moment he was teary-eyed as I said I wanted to adopt in the future. Surely he thought about how he wished someone had adopted him.

Poor baby.

I will tell Hinata to give you a lot of kisses and hugs.

Now it’s our avenger turn.

“My name is Uchiha Sasuke. There are many things that I hate, and there aren’t a lot of things that I like. Also, I have an ambition that I have no intention to leave as just a dream. The revival of my clan, and killing a certain man.”

Another poor baby.

I wish I could tell him that Itachi isn’t the bad guy here, but an enormous asshole named Danzo.

Maybe if I somehow find proof…maybe I could avoid Itachi's death and Sasuke's intention to off Kohana.

If we had Itachi and Sasuke in the war with us it would give us an edge towards Obito, Madara, Black Zetsu and Kaguya.

Wait…if I destroy the Gedo Mazo and Black Zetsu before all this can happen then we could really get a happy end here.

Many unnecessary deaths, like Neji, could be avoided.

But how in the nine circles of hell should I pull this off?

I was so busy with my own plans, that I nearly didn’t hear how Kakshi explained to us the survival training and the fail rate of over 66.6%.

Oh, time to mess now with him a little.

“It means we have a 33.3% chance of passing, this are good enough odds in my book.”, I proclaim confidently.

This lifts my teammate's spirit up, while Kakshi I could swerve pouts a bit.

With a warning to us not to eat anything or we will puke, he leaves.

Well, first-day masterd, second day, the Bell Test in progress.

[mykawinchester]

Midnight Tokers

☽ ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☾

"'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner

I'm a lover and I'm a sinner

I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker, I'm a smoker

I'm a midnight toker

I get my loving on the run

You're the cutest thing that I ever did see

I really love your peaches, want to shake your tree

Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time

Oh, baby, I'll sure show you good time."

The Joke by The Steve Miller Band

☽ 🇧​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇩​​​​​🇾​​​​​ 🇬​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇱​​​​​🇸​​​​​ ☾

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑠

Head: Lelutka - Avalon

Body: Reborn

Skin: Pumec - Astra

Body: Velour x ItGirls - Picasso Babe - Slim Muse

Eyes: IKON - Apex

𝐻𝑖𝑠

Head: Lelutka - Logan

Body: Legacy

Skin: Fuoey - Leon

Body: Not Found - Ruddy

Eyes: Lelutka

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇʀs ☾

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑠

Hair: Truth - Flutter

Makeup:

Eyes: Suicidal Unborn - Salem

Details: Top1Salon - New Face Set - Full - 75%

Lips: Tear - Tori Gloss

Hickies: Ladybird - Charlie

Nails: Quriky x Ladybird - Spiker Nails

Tattoos:

Lilithe' - Chandika

Lilithe' - Cerridwen

Hexumbra - Face Bats

Dappa - Clarice

𝐻𝑖𝑠

Hair: Stealthic - Beam

Beard: Magnificent - Hipster Godlike

TATTOOS:

Mister Razor - Bjorn

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ ғɪᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ☾

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑠

Imbue - Ribbed Tub Top

Miss Chelsea - Lori Pants

Cult - Ollie

𝐻𝑖𝑠

Legal Insanity - Dillon T-shirt

L&B Swear - Wrekt Jeans

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ ᴇᴍʙᴇʟʟɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ☾

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑠

Imbue - Locket Choker

Ysoral - Malie wedding ring

Ysoral - Clem Lip Piercings

Little Fish - Angel

Real Evil - Royalty - Queen Bracelet & Ring

Real Evil - Fated Necklace

Vibing - Luna Rings

Stoic - Laced Earrings

Yummy - Enchantress Layered Necklace

Yummy - Winter Memories Locket

Kibitz - Heart Nose Ring x2

Rotten - Dainty Nose Junk

Violetility - Moth Septum

𝐻𝑖𝑠

Real Evil - Fated Necklace

Real Evil - Royalty Ring

Ysoral - Eliot Luxe Wedding Ring

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ☾

Pose: Mysteria - Midnight Tokers Couples Pose

Room: Atelier Burgundy . Artist Loft

Decor:

Atelier Burgundy

Fluted Panel

BackBone

Glitch Gaming Station

Minimal Entryway Set

Vinyl Record Storage

Wall Clutter

Dust Bunny

bunbuns sandwich cookies

bunny's wok takeout

ivy room divider

moss rugs . dark . rectangle

storybook living . old backpack

paw cushion . black

E.Marie

chronically ch(ill)

record crates

Trash Bin - Black

Haunt

Cannatonic - Dracula

Cannatonic - Moon Madness

Imbue

stash jars

Pitaya

Love letters - Desk Dark

Love letters - Drafts

Love letters - Letters

Sass

[willie gnomie]

Thor

Snacks and Chill Set

[sannaechester]

HAIR:   Throb Waves   NEW!!   UNORTHODOX

(Included Hud with 4 colors and customizer option, Hud with hairbase in 4 colors

and customizer option. Remember you need  Scalpz for EvoX)

BODY:   Reborn   eBODY

OUTFIT:   Cata   NEW!!   NIKO BODY SHOP in BLACK FAIR

(For Legacy and Reborn. Fatpack included top, pants and Hud with 6 colors)

Decor:

OFFICE:   Farm Office   NEW!!   SERENITY STYLE

(Gacha. Included Bookshelf, Table, Chair, Clock, Storage Cabinet, Schedule Panel,Mail Panel, Lamp, Trash, Metal Tray, Metal Basket, Notebook and Paper pack)

[absolutebl]

Hiiiii!

Did you ever declare the winner of the ‘trash watch’ bls ?

The trashiest trash watch so far?

All My BL Series Trash Watches in order of most to least amount of marshmallows needed for the dumpster fires

Don’t Say No - LeoFiat 2021 - can’t stop the trash watch, by green jello allegory standards alone this one probubly required the most marshmallows

RATING: 1000 of those tiny little marshmallows, required to be roasted speared onto willow switches, of course, for maximum PAIN 

TharnType 2: 7 Years of I Can’t Even - serious trash watch 

RATING: 100 dumb yellow peeps, just that much trash 

Gen Y the series - the original trash watch & Gen Y 2 - The Glorious Trash Watch Reborn 

RATING: 50 extras fat pink marshmallows and maybe some cheep chocolate and stale gram crackers because Gen Y 2 gave us s'mores... we didn’t ask for it, but they gave it to us anyway 

Enchanté Ep-by-Ep Watch Along - rose petal scented dumpster fire

RATING: 5 stale plain marshmallows, just I had such high expectations 

Manner of Death - This one was kind of hilarious since I spent most of the show trying to figure out what it wanted to be and if is was actually BL, but to be fair, so did it. 

RATING: 1 box of Lucky Charms cereal, the marshmallows were hard but not unwelcome, no roasting because there turned out to be no dumpster fire 

Oxygen the series - the first one I did when this blog was under its old name

RATING: 12 homemade high quality fancy pants marshmallows dipped in milk chocolate, far too sweet, can’t stop eating, no roasting needed, may make you sick tho. 

Bad Buddy - Ep by Ep Snarkfest episode recaps (decidedly NOT trash) 

RATING: 1 extra large rice krispy treat, you think you’re gonna hate it, but once you start eating it you can not stop. 

Light On Me - but I only picked up and started talking about it at half way through at around ep 8 also the opposite of trash 

RATING: 3 moon-pies, marshmallow fluff stuffed chewy cookie of yummy, certainly no trash fire, eminently snackable, a little over processed tho 

Color Rush - watch me slowly lose my mind over one very short show

RATING: 2 scoops rocky road ice cream, oh the marshmallows are there but it’s not what you first think of when I say marshmallow 

[sinemoras09]

chapter 101-1

I’m totally headcanoning the omakes take place AFTER this arc XDD (see?! Everyone’s fine! Bisha and Kazu are back! And Bisha’s nursing him back to health!!! Everything is gonna be fiiiiine orz orz)

I would love it someday if Adachitoka ever decides to release a breather chapter just about COVID. Like Bisha running around the manor trying to disinfect things and singing happy birthday washing her hands while her shinki are all lying about, just completely listless. Can shinki get vaccinated? lol

BISHA FELT HIS NAME FADING. as;dfkjas;ldfkja;sldkfjddd. I’m just over here shrieking and waiting for her to get to the battlefield. Meanwhile here’s Kazu putting all his power into Attack Mode and peeling away Yato’s armor. Not sure if this is a power up or if Kazu is just growing desperate to try to end it.

“Have you been holding back on me?” Trash Dad to Mizuchi - I seriously headcanon that Mizuchi is one of the most powerful shinki in the noraverse. She could probably shatter names completely if she wanted to, but why waste all that raw power when a small little crack will do? (Also, ugh, Trash Dad. Mizuchi literally told him, “I love you” as Yato was ready to kill him, and then he turns around and mistrusts her? Like, dude, you should be grateful to her!

I like Mizuchi’s save - “I’m just getting serious,” good cover, girl :)

So Trash Dad comes back from the underworld - it makes it sound like whenever his body dies, he claws his way back instead of being reborn. At first I had wondered if he was reincarnated, and if maybe Mizuchi went out looking for him, maybe even having a procedure similar to finding the Dalai Lama, showing potential candidates a few objects and seeing who picks the right ones. I figured she’d find him reincarnated, then pry open his memories of his past life, the way she did with his shinki. Now reading this makes me think after his host body dies, he climbs back out of Yomi and finds another person to possess, like how Yato took over Hiyori’s body when he used Divine Possession.

So that being said, whatever happened to Fujisaki Kouto? Not Trash Dad, but the teenage boy he possessed? Is it too late to save him? (Again, up until now, I just assumed Trash Dad was reincarnated as Fujisaki, and Mizuchi used her powers to awaken him.) Is Take gonna take down the shrine??? What’s gonna happen???? D: D:

Going back to the omake, I seriously laughed so hard IRL at Take and Bisha shopping, Take with his homemade cloth mask (with flowers on it! Awww Take!!) and Bisha trying to look for Pocari (it’s actually really tasty, one of my favs! Yea Kazu has good taste XD).  I headcanon that even if gods can’t get sick, they can still spread it, which is why they’re absolutely correct in wearing masks. High five, Take!

Did Kazuma catch COVID from Yato? It wouldn’t surprise me :/

Bisha’s rocking leather pants and a button up, looking stylish as ever, same with Tenjin and his suit and T-shirt combo. Could Tenjin have brought Tsuyu shopping? I suspect since she’s a plum spirit she’d be even more useless than him. And ofc Ebisu’s buying bulk and jacking up the price as a business opportunity. (lmao LOOK AT HIS CLOTHES!! Awww baby Ebi! He’s not even wearing socks. I love how Adachitoka shows their characters through their clothes XD)

I love that Yato knows all the homemade remedies and offered to bring food for them. He IS a delivery god, it’s just been years since we’ve seen it. Aww.

ETA: I know I’ve gone on about the idea that Kazuma picks Bisha’s clothes, but dude! Look how stylish she’s dressed! I think Kazuma may have initially helped pick out her outfits in the store but Bisha has an eye for fashion as well XDD

I bet Kazu’s loving being nursed to health by her. After the hell of this arc he’s going through, he deserves being pampered *_* I just imagine Bisha feeding Kazu soup and patting a damp cloth on his forehead. He’d be in heaven right now. Poor boy deserves it.

[themysteriousauthor18]

A hurt little doe

Based off this art I found on Tumblr

Link to orginal post: https://kare-valgon.tumblr.com/post/633991442056052736/found-a-hurt-little-doe-decided-to-take-him 

Artist of this lovely artwork:

It was another lovely day down in hell; Well, that depended on who you asked. If you were an overlord then it was a splendid day! Filled with demons either worshipping or fearing you, both of which were pleasant. 

But if you were among the average class or worse...below, then most days you awoke wondering if it would be your last. 

Today, well today was no different. 

Being reborn in hell came with its advantages, you had a second life, a second chance to do things differently. But it also came with some major disadvantages. 

Mainly what type of demon you were born as. Most would assume it wouldn't matter, but it certainly did especially among the more animalistic type of demons. Quite a lot of the population was either imps or some sort of animal, and then there were others who fell somewhere between it all. 

Imps were essentially the equivalent to a normal human soul, nothing too powerful. 

Animal demons, well they had something to offer. At least that's how the stories went. Depending on what animal you represented in hell reflected the value of your soul.

So what did it mean when you found yourself to be a doe? 

His eyes cracked open as a shiver racked his body, a doe of all things. Why a doe. A helpless creature seen as nothing more than a mate or a source of sexual pleasure. He wasn't even a female in his human life and yet, here he was with the body of one. The white ears and tail were cute, sure, but they didn't help much.

Angel Dust, or at least that's what demons called him when they were topping him. He wasn't entirely against sex but at this point, it was less for pleasure and more for survival. 

He wasn't speaking about food and water but also the rather annoying heat cycle that seemed to come once a year and demanded be treated. 

Being an animal demon came with that in some regards. 

But this morning was like most, in which Angel would either wake up in a stranger's bed or in a random place in hell. Today he woke up in an alleyway among some trash cans and crows that had mistaken his body for food. 

A groan left him as he pushed off the unforgiving cold cement the crows flying away. He was surprised nobody had found him whilst he was out. 

A sigh left him and his white ear tuffs folded back along with the action. His clothing was ragged at best, an old worn-out t-shirt and pants. They smelled horrid but with his increased smell due to being a doe, it didn't help the intensity of it. It made him want to hurl, especially on an empty stomach. 

He had a few choices for today, either get up and go try to find food. 'Earn it' or lay here and fall asleep trying to ignore the stomach pains he was getting due to lack of food. He couldn't die of natural causes so it made this all the more worse.

Well, he was going to get nowhere just sitting here. 

Pushing off the wall the best he could, his knees shaking the doe tried to wobble his way out from the alleyway. Unfortunately, he didn't get far, his legs refusing to take him and instead forcing him back down among the garbage bags. 

Angel frowned, his ears pressing back against his white hair. "Guess it's gonna be anotha' day without food..." He muttered in what sounded like an Italian accent.

He couldn't do much except stay here and regain his strength, hoping nothing would happen in the process. 

Giving in to his exsutation he laid his head back against the wall behind him, nestled in an alleyway between buildings. The demons who walked by didn't notice him among the trash, even though he stuck out for being mainly white with the exception of his pale skin. 

His eyes began to close and he was more than willing to allow them. However something prompted them to fly open again, it annoyed him out alert he was despite just wanting to sleep. 

His ears shot up as a new smell entered the air, powering over the smell of trash and anything foul. It smelled sweet, nothing in particular but just very..sweet. 

With the little strange he possessed, the doe managed to turn his head to the side. His senses shot up in alarm once he realized just who was standing there in the entrance of the alleyway. 

As if he'd suddenly gotten the strength he moved off the wall backing into the alleyway. His ears were pressed down hard against his head again. He looked up at the demon pleadingly knowing just who he was.

Alastor the radio demon.

Word traveled well around here and he knew this demon was well known for being one of the strongest mortal souls around. That he took pleasure in killing others even his own kind. 

He expected things to end just there, for this demon to have spotted a helpless doe and kill him here. Or do what he pleased and then end his peathtic after life.

Instead, the radio demon raised a brow and leaned down until their eyes were leveled. A large toothy smile spread across his face and with how uncomfortably close he was, there was no question about it. That sweet smell was coming from him. 

Although Angel had no clue why, he assumed it was either because he was a doe, or because they were both in the same animal kingdom. 

"Well hello there!" Alastor finally greeted with that enthusiastic tone he was known for. "This doesn't look like a comfortable place to sleep!" 

Angel frowned, hating how his eyes teared up at the reminder that yes, he slept in a place such as this. Or more so, that the radio demon appeared to be pitying him, or toying with him. Did he play with his prey?

Angel couldn't find the words or any for that matter. The tears rolling down his face and broken spirit playing between his unusual eyes was more than enough to show what he was feeling.

Alastor hummed leaning away and instead taking a step closer, keeping both hands behind his back. He'd encountered quite a few demons similar to himself, although none whereas powerful as he. In most of these circumstances, he would eat them as such a demon was rather rare to come across down here. 

However, this was the first time he was meeting a doe. 

And they smelled lovely. 

"Not very talkative are you?" Alastor asked, questioning if this demon could talk. It was obvious they were afraid but he wondered if it was of him or just in general. Judging by their tattered clothing and scratches on their pale skin, it was obvious things weren't very easy for them. 

Alastor wasn't the type to show any sort of tenderness to another but it seemed appropriate for a situation such as this. Besides if anyone saw he would just kill them. A free lunch!

So, with caution, he knelt until he was at eye level with the meek white doe. "What is your name?" He asked in an uncharacteristically softer tone. It seemed to throw the doe off. 

Angel didn't understand what Alastor wanted if he was food for this wendigo or just a toy. But with most, they typically met their end whenever they faced this creature. So to find him being gentle was almost unnerving. 

But if he were to die anyway, he saw no problem in speaking to the demon. If he could find the bravery too. 

"A-Angel Dust.." The doe stuttered, his voice trembled. 

Alastor smile widened, pleased to finally hear the doe speak. "Angel? What a splendid name. Tell me why are you sleeping here?" He had an idea of why but wanted to confirm. 

Angel shrunk back as his ears moved along with the action, something Alastor couldn't help but watch. "I-I ain't got anywhere else ta go...I just sleep wherever." 

Alastor shook his head, "well that won't do at all. You'll surely die out here in no time flat. No no, we can't have that now." He hummed tapping his long black nail against his grey skin. As he snapped his fingers the doe flinched. "Ah, I have an idea! You shall come with me, yes there you shall be warm and properly cared for. Would you be interested in such an offer?" 

Angel's brows knit together in confusion, why would one of the hells many powerful overlords want to take in someone like him? Was it truly because he was a doe? He didn't think something like that would work on the radio demon, then again..powerful or not, Alastor was still a deer demon. A male deer. 

"Y-your givin' me a choice?" Angel asked in disbelief. 

"But of course! I can't simply just whisk you away without your say in the matter, that may as well be kidnapping." Funny to think the radio demon even cared about that. 

This may have been a bad idea, especially considering just who was giving the offer. But what did Angel truly have to lose? His life? He'd already lost it. It was either this or going back to another stranger's bed in the next few days just to eat. 

His brows knit together as he met those deep pools of red and that large yellow smile. It seemed to glow in the shade of the alleyway. 

"Fine...It's not like I have anywhere else ta go." Angel answered, his voice low. If not for their enhanced hearing Alastor wouldn't have heard him. 

"Splendid now, can you stand?" 

Angel shook his head remembering how that went earlier and only resulted in falling on his ass. His legs felt weak even now. 

"Well, then this will have to do," Alastor answered and without warning picked up the fragile doe in his arms. 

Angel stiffened under the touch on his back and under his leg but before he knew it he was being taken away from the alleyway. In the arms of one of those most powerful deers in hell. 

He closed his eyes and loosely wrapped his arms around the deer's shoulders as a few tears left his eyes. 

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So when I read the tag is said ‘canon Alastor x doe Angel’ and when I saw canon I wasn’t sure if Alastor was actually interested in Angel, wanted to protect him or just wanted to eat him because the mans a cannibal. So I didn’t go one direct way with Alastor’s intentions in this oneshot, nor know what the artist behind these works intend Alastors desire with Angel to be. Take it as you’d like!

[hopeswriting]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020 

PROMPT: Scary Movie Marathon

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​

RATING: G

PAIRING: Tsuna/Hibari

SUMMARY:

Tsuna goes to Hibari’s house for their scary movies sleepover.

WORDS: 1009

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“Who are you?”

Tsuna sleeked his hair back, put fake glasses on, and adorns a ridiculous bow tie around the collar of his obviously ironed button-up.

“A wealthy, good-mannered, straight A’s student fitting to be your boyfriend.”

Hibari snorts. “I wouldn’t have looked back at you for a second if you were, let alone looked at you at all.”

“Just let me in so I can meet two of the four horsemen and be done with it.”

“Flattering them already? They’re not even here.”

Tsuna giggles, breaking off his snob expression. Hibari smirks, and steps aside to let him in.

He leads him in the hallways of his house, past the living room and the kitchen, straight to his room.

“Wait. What about your parents?”

“They’re not here.”

“What? No way! What I’m gonna do with this then?” Hibari very pointedly doesn’t look back. He opens the door of his room, inspects it one last time from the doorway. “You’re missing on my greatest joke of all times.”

“I wish I would have missed on all of them already,” Hibari says, but turns back all the same.

“No way!” Tsuna starts again. “What I’m gonna do with this then?” He reveals his onion bracelets around both of his wrists.

A long silence follows, a deadpan look on Hibari’s face, while Tsuna shakes his bracelets at him, grinning.

“Horsemen aren’t weak to garlic.”

“And what you’re gonna do about it, mister Antichrist? Bite me?”

“Please make sense of your references.”

Tsuna snickers, throws the bracelets his way. They’re made of plastic. So that’s why he didn’t smell them.

Hibari rolls his eyes, and throws them across the room straight into the trash can.

He holds Tsuna by his collar as he walks past him, musses his hair back to its original state. He snatches his glasses before he escapes.

Fine, he can keep his bow tie a little longer if he wants.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Hibari goes back to the kitchen, puts drinks and glasses on a tray. He then glares at the cupboards, spinning on his feet slowly.

He knows he has snacks, that’s not the problem.

Hibari isn’t a snack guy, even if he is all about sweets. The Little Animal is however, and he doesn’t know which snacks he likes best, and more importantly which he doesn’t like.

He clicks his tongue, and just crams as much different snacks on the tray as he can.

He comes back to his room, only to find a blanket fort in the middle of it.

He holds the tray tighter, narrows his eyes. “I’ll bite you to death, Little Animal.”

Tsuna giggles. “You can’t expect me to watch scary movies while not being under a blanket fort. I’ll clean it up after, promise.”

“You better.”

Hibari slides the tray under the fort first, then crawls inside. Pillows surround them from all sides, which is highly suspicious because he knows for a fact he doesn’t have that many pillows in his room.

Tsuna scattered his DVDs in front of him, going over each one carefully.

“What are you doing?”

“Choosing the least worse of them.”

Hibari snatches the DVD in his hand, and gathers the rest of them near him. “No.”

“But Kyoya! They’re all horrible, I can tell just by the covers!”

“That’s the point.”

Tsuna whines, halfheartedly tries to get the DVDs back, and he ignores him, rolling his eyes.

These are Hibari’s anyway, so he obviously gets to have the last word. He looks at the mess Tsuna made of them, and rearranges them back from the least scary to the scariest.

Not that he thinks for a second they’ll get to the scariest one.

“Say, Kyoya.” Hibari glances at Tsuna, laid down on his side, hugging a pillow. “Didn’t you want me to meet your parents?”

Hibari needs a second to catch on the mental gymnastic Tsuna did to come to this conclusion.

“My parents aren’t here because something unexpectedly came up. A real something,” he adds.

“Really?”

“I had to drag them out of the house because they were adamant on meeting you.”

“Hiee, what?” Tsuna shots upwards, gets in his face. “No way, what have you been telling them about me? You can’t let them have too great expectations of me!”

“Who said I’ve been telling them anything? Don’t flatter yourself.” Tsuna pouts, and he flicks his forehead. “More importantly, how bold of you to imply people I don’t like aren’t aware of this fact every single second of their life, Little Animal.”

Tsuna laughs, then fake shivers. “I don’t even want to imagine.” He sits back on his heels, hang on the hem of Hibari’s pant. He smiles, his cheeks red. “Thanks Kyoya.”

Hibari rips his bow tie. “You’re welcome.”

“Kyoya! I paid for this!”

“Go turn off the lights, we’re starting.”

Tsuna complies, grumbling all the while. He comes back a lot more meek, and is quick to lie down and wrap himself in a blanket.

Hibari wonders how Tsuna even found out scary movies scare him, because he’s not watching at all.

Unless quick glimpses from behind the snack bag—or the pillow, or the blanket, or Hibari’s shoulder—and squeezing his eyes shut for whole sequences—sometimes in a row—count as watching, but it doesn’t.

Tsuna presses himself against him like his life depends on it, his body all tense muscles.

“Is it over yet?”

“Yes,” Hibari says, even if the man on screen is only halfway through cutting the boy in half with a saw.

Tsuna huffs. His voice comeso ut shaky. “Joke’s on you, I still can hear the screams just fine.”

Hibari rolls his eyes hard.

A particularly well acted scream of agony startles Tsuna, and he grabs his forearm tightly. He hides his face in his shoulder, and somehow worms himself under his arm, in a weird, fear induced cuddle.

“Is it over now?”

The man lowers his saw, and goes look for his next victim.

Hibari hugs Tsuna tighter against him.

“No.”

*

Tsuna apparently got to become friends with Hibari years before canon in this verse, so that’s why he’s a lot more confident. And I love that for him actually<3.

Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

[jasperthehatchet]

Part 2 of my mending series! 🌞🌿

The left pocket!!

I changed my mind and I did the same colors for the this pocket as well. There was a hole in the denim under the hem of the pocket but not in the lining, so I inserted a piece of cotton fabric in between the layers and stitched it all the way through both layers with gray embroidery thread. It looks kinda like a rain cloud :) that was a happy accident

I also used that same gray thread and mended some small worn areas close to the seams, there's a lot so I'll need to do this way more all over the pants.

I found a worn spot in the same area underneath the right pocket, so I mended that as well with more gray thread. The very same spot. But I had to go underneath the whole pocket lining on the *inside* of the pants because there was no hole I could just insert fabric through

These are my dad's pants so the fact that I can't do flower embroidery or moss embroidery or bugs or funky colorful nonsense patterns (beyond the green embroidery I did for the pockets) is KILLING ME

But I'm really proud of my progress!! I'm dreading the knee holes though but I'll burn that bridge when I get to it. I think I'll do the back pockets next <3

[Image ID: the first two images show the embroidered hem of the left pocket of a light blue pair of jeans. The colors of the embroidery are the same as i used on the right pocket in part one in the same pattern: dark green and light green, alternating between the two colors with exactly one inch sections of each color. Right under the hem of the pocket closer to the left side seam of the pants, is a large hole about two inches wide and less than an inch long. The white pocket lining shows underneath and there are still white threads intact in the hole, though they're stitched down with gray embroidery thread stitches. I stitched beyond where the hole as well, on both sides and under it, to reinforce the entire area and give it extra strength. All the stitches are in a downward direction from the hem of the pocket so the mend looks like a rain cloud.

The next two images are the mends on the left side seam of the pants, where there were small worn spots really close to where the seam is. The worn spots are covered with the same gray thread I used for the previous mend, these mends are not consistent and only cover small areas. They're hard to see.

The last image shows the mend under the right pocket, its in the same spot as the left one right underneath the pocket hem, except theres no hole, just a subtle weak spot in the fabric that I reinforced with similar gray vertical stitches. End ID]

[holycrapharry]

I Love This Shirt

Harry has been moping around his apartment for days. He can’t figure out what he’s feeling. Ever since he got drunk and blurted out his true feelings for Y/N, his best friend, she hasn’t been herself. He’s been holding on to this tiny sliver of hope that she’ll somehow feel the same, but he knows that’s wrong. He knows that he shouldn’t hold it against her, so he doesn’t; not for very long anyway. Harry decides to let it go, to try to convince her he was a little too drunk to know what he was talking about. Holding his phone in his hand, he hovers his thumb over her name for a few seconds before pressing the screen.

“Hello?” Her voice is soft and nervous, and he knows it’s because of him.

“Hi. It’s –um, it’s me.” Harry walks back and forth in his kitchen, wondering why he thought this was a good idea.

“I know it’s you, H.” There’s a small moment of silence before he speaks again. He didn’t exactly think this through, did he? He suddenly feels warm and a little sweaty.

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“I just wanted to…I wanted to see how you were. S’been a couple days.” This had been the first time they’ve spoken since he confessed his drunk love to her. He can barely remember it but knows Y/N put him to bed and left the apartment.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you need anything? You ok?” Her tone still sounds off, but she could never not wonder about him, about his well-being.

“No, no. I’m ok. I just wanted to like, talk.  We never go days without talking.” He wants to tell her that he misses her. He wants her to come over and watch movies; he wants her to make them hot chocolate; he wants her to fall asleep on his shoulder. Harry wants Y/N.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been kind of busy. Do you, uh…” She hesitates like she might regret her offer but continues, “You wanna do something?” Harry would shovel poop at cattle ranch all day if it meant he could see her.

“Oh, sure. What did you have in mind?” His heart skips a beat and he holds his breath.

“Gerald’s is having a two for deal. Get a sammy, get the other free.” Okay, dinner. Harry can do dinner.

“Ok. Do you want to meet or do you want me to come get you?” He’s not sure why he asked, Gerald’s is barely two blocks from her house.

“No, I’ll meet you. Could use the walk, I like it how it feels outside right now.” Y/N always enjoyed the cool weather. One of her favorite things was being able to wear jackets and hoodies, being snuggled up like a cute little bunny, which was one of Harry’s favorite thing.

“Well, I’ll see you shortly then.” Harry rushes to his bathroom, to make sure he has no food in his teeth and does the ever so attractive pit stiff test. He wears the shirt she likes, the one with the little dots on it. It’s old and worn, ‘so soft and perfect for hugs’, as she says.

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Harry arrives and searches for Y/N. She’s sat in a little corner booth and as he heads towards her he notices two empty glasses and a basket of paper that once held some fries. “Hey,” she looks up at him and smiles, shooting out of the booth and into his arms. “I’m glad you’re here. I missed you so much.”

Harry is a bit confused. No way would two glasses of beer make her like this. “You like this over two drinks? Didn’t even leave me any fries.”

“Oh no, these were my chasers. Had four shots.” Y/N giggles and Harry lets out a sigh. No wonder she’s sloshed. “You look sexy, H. Like when you hair gets in your face. And you’re wearing my favorite shirt.” She hiccups and smiles.

Harry has gone red and isn’t sure what to say, he thought she wanted to talk. Not get shit faced. “Why’d you get drunk if you knew I was coming to see you?”

“I was [hiccup] nervous. I thought you were mad at me for leaving the other night.” Harry can’t imagine why she should be the nervous one.

“I’m not mad, love. Thought you were mad at me.” He has to admit he’s relieved that she isn’t upset with him, or angry at least.

“You’re too perfect to be mad…” she makes a face like she was set on fire and runs to the bathroom. With barely making it, Y/N loses her fries. As she leaves the ladies room she sees Harry waiting on her and leans into him, begging him to take her home. When they arrive at hers, she sighs in annoyance. “No, I wanna go home with you.”

“You live closer, you’ll feel better here.” He helps her to the door and on to the couch. “You don’t like to get this drunk, you’re going to be livid in the morning.”

“I feel fine. ’m horny and want onion rings.” She’s lazily sitting on the couch with her arms outreached to Harry. “Come here, come sit.”

When Harry obliges, he faces her ready to ask if she needs anything but another question is comes out, “Why’d you have to drink tonight?”

Y/N snaps back with, “Why did you have to tell me that you loved me?” There’s an awkward silence before she begins another drunken statement, “Wanna know why I left the night you told me you [hiccup] loved me? I wanted to tell you I loved you too. I, um, I, help me get my shoe off, I can’t get it off.” Harry bends down, unzipping the little boot. His hands are shaking and he wants her to mean it, he wants this to be real and not something she regrets. “You looked so good and your hair was soft. I wanted to touch it,” she reaches out and runs her hand through his hair, “oh, it’s still soft.“ Harry involuntarily leans his head into her hand and gazes at her but goes back to taking off her too-complicated-even-for-a-sober-person boots. Y/N lowers her voice like she’s trying to whisper, “You kn[hiccup]ow, I think about pulling it when I think about you doing down on me.” Harry’s eyes snap to hers and his mouth hangs open.

“What? Jesus, Y/N, shh. I need to help you get into bed.” He tries to get the image out of his head, but he can’t. The image of being between her sweet thighs stays with him.

“No. Don’t shh me. I love you and I want to fuck you. That’s um, that’s like making love, yeah? We love. Let’s do it. Come here. Come fuck me.” She grabs his face and Harry is completely overwhelmed, and wonders if he said anything like this when he was drunk.

“No, baby. Not like this.” He removes her hands from his face and holds them softly. “You’re gonna hate yourself tomorrow and hate me more.”

“Never hated you. I’ll never hate you. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I want to show you, let me show you.” She still manages to look so cute to him, with her smudged makeup and whiny voice.

“Y/N, please.  We can talk about this later, ok?  I promise we’ll talk about it.” Her pout deepens and she gets up, throwing her sweater over her head and somewhere around her sitting room.

“I’m goin’ upstairs. I’m gonna be naked and all…all fuckable [hiccup].” Harry follows her upstairs to make sure she doesn’t fall or hurt herself or something clumsy. He finds her on her bed pants half way off and crying.

“Y/N, what? Why are you crying?” He suddenly becomes very worried and is about to get her a trash can because she’s surely due to vomit again crying like that.

“I can’t get my jeans off!” She’s full on sobbing over denim and Harry can’t help but laugh. “It’s, it’s not fun-ny. I’m trapped.” Her legs wiggle and she falls back on her bed, continuing to wiggle them in the air.

“Y/N, stop kicking. Calm down, I’ll get them off. Hold on.” Harry gently grabs her legs, peeling off the tight material. “There, you’re free.” She sits up in her bed and slowly covers herself with her blanket. “What? Suddenly so shy?”

“H, you saw my undies.” Her face is suddenly a lot more tired looking rather than drunk.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, love.” She pulls her duvet closer and closer and Harry sits down on the bed. “You want me to leave? I can come back in the morning to check on you.” Y/N slightly shakes her head and sinks into her bed.

“Will you stay, lay here with me?” His heart turns into a bunch of little bubbles as he examines the look on her face. She’s sad. He knows it. She’ll remember this tomorrow and not know what to make of it. He scoots his way to the head of the bed and throws his shoes off the side. “Hold me, please. Just til I fall asleep.” She was always a needy drunk, but this was different. Y/N needed Harry there to reassure her that he was okay, that he himself wasn’t angry or embarrassed by the situation. He gets close to her, swinging his arm around.

“I’m gonna be right here.” Harry stays the whole night, rubbing her arm every time she stirs. He isn’t sure when he falls asleep but when he wakes it feels as if it’s only been a few minutes. Y/N is still sleeping beside him, all cuddled up in her blankets. She was always one of those people who could drink her weight and be fine the next day, something Harry envied, but he slowly leaves the bed with an idea and tugs on his boots. He tips toes around her bedroom making sure not to wake her, carefully down the stairs and out the door. There was a nice coffee shop close by as well as pharmacy, he’ll pick her up some coffee and Advil; maybe even some flowers.

When Harry reaches the coffee shop, flowers in hand, the tiny woman behind the counter shakes her head and laughs, “I remember when my husband used to go out and buy me fresh bagels when I got a bit too wild the night before. Your girl is right lucky, she gets the flowers and the bagels.”

This makes his heart swell and his lips twitch into a smile. “No, ma'am. I’m just lucky enough I have her to give flowers to.” As he leaves the shop, Harry feels reborn. He feels more in love than he ever has and can’t wait to get back to her, to take care of her. It doesn’t matter that to him that they both found out in drunken ways, well he does wish that they both went about it differently but, Harry is in love and so is Y/N.

He returns to her home quietly, making sure that the door doesn’t slam and his feet don’t boom up the steps. Her door is slightly ajar, letting him know that she’s woken up and probably gone to the bathroom or kitchen; he hopes to god she didn’t make coffee or tea. When he opens her door he finds her propped up on pillows and tightly wrapped in a quilt with only her arm poking out so she can control the TV remote. She catches him out of the corner of her eye, jumping slightly, and belts out, “Don’t sneak up on me! I thought you left, why- um, why’d you come back?”

Harry walks to her, flowers first. Her tired eyes widen in surprise and soften when she notices the coffee. “I thought I could make your morning a little easier. They didn’t have lilies, only yellow roses, but I did get you Advil and bagels if you need to eat although you seem fine…” If she doesn’t speak soon he’s sure to talk forever.

“H, I’m ok. I don’t feel sick or anything and thank you.” She unwraps the quilt from her upper body and takes a coffee from him,”Mmm, this smells so good. What’d you get?” Y/N was always a food or drink stealer, she had to take a sip or bite of whatever he had.

“I got the same cause I knew you’d wanna sip at mine.” Her brows knit together, but she’s silent because she knows it’s true. “I see you’re feeling…better?” Y/N clears her throat and nods her head as she turns his attention to the TV. “Don’t pretend what you said didn’t happen. You ignoring it, you hate this show.” He takes her coffee from her hand and sits it on her night table, “You love me, yes or no?” Her eyes fall to her hands as she mumbles her little answer.

“Yes. I love you.” Harry moves beside her, covering them in her fluffy blankets as he cuddles her.

“Good. I love you, too.” She’s slightly taken aback by his cool demeanor as if nothing had changed as if it wasn’t new that they loved each other in that way. But another part of her was just as accepting. Why should it be awkward?

“I love this shirt.” Y/N places her hand on his chest, feeling the cross underneath the fabric. “It’s always so soft. I bet it’s nice to sleep in, you sleep in it last night?” Harry grabs her hand, leaving it on his chest.

“Yeah but I mean, I think that was the first time I slept in all my clothes in forever.” Y/N mind quickly turns to the image of harry sleeping naked beside her. She’s seen him naked before, but not naked-naked, not intimate naked. Her hand absentmindedly travels down to his torso and feels his muscles.

“Love, if you’re gonna tickle me I must warn you; I am much stronger and much more awake at the moment than you are.” Her hand keep rubbing his belly and then bravely goes under it. His skin is warm and smooth with soft hair just under her fingertips.

“I won’t tickle. I’m just feeling you. I can do that now, right?” Harry looks at her and his mouth actually starts to water. Her beautiful doe eyes and pouty lips could sway him into doing anything she wanted.

“You can do whatever you want.” Her hand lifts his shirt higher and higher and Harry’s heart begins to pound. He becomes quite nervous and she’s sure to notice.

“Whatever I want?” Y/N lowers her head to his belly and gives him a few small kisses right in between his laurel tattoo before blowing a loud raspberry.

“Jesus Christ! Why!” Her wild laughter causes harry join in, holding her tighter so she can’t wiggle away from him. “If it’s going to be like then prepare for the worst, most hated, stubble chin!” His chin goes straight for her neck and Y/N squeals.

“Harry! No! I won’t do it anymore!” He lets up and his face is now close to hers, just inches away from one another.

“I forgot to tell you good morning.” He kisses her cheek and repeats, “Good morning, my love.” He kisses her forehead, “Good morning, sweetheart.” And finally, his lips land on hers. He kisses her softly but passionately before letting go, “Good morning, baby.” Y/N’s hands wrap around Harry’s neck to pull him closer.

“Good morning, H.” The pair shares another kiss, this one being heavier and harder. This is a new feeling but somehow the best feeling. Both Harry and Y/N have one thing on their mind and it definitely doesn’t involve getting out of bed.

Harry starts by kissing her neck softly, then nibbling her ear. “You know, this can one or two ways baby.” Y/n lets out a little moan before giving him a response.

“What do you mean?” She’s beginning to breathe heavily and his little kisses are giving her goosebumps.

“I could kiss you like this all day,” he pauses to look her in the eyes, “or I could make you come so hard you won’t be able to think.” Y/n opens her mouth, but no words come out. Her thighs involuntarily press together, which Harry catches out of the corner of his eye. “I think I have my answer,” He asks her to take her top off with a very polite, please. He brushes her hair off of her shoulders and caresses her cheek. “Thank you. Now, can you take these off for me?” He tugs at her underwear with one finger and watches her wiggle herself out of them. Y/n is now completely naked for him, waiting for his next move. Her head is resting on his arm and his stomach is pressed flush against her side.

His fingers ghost over her skin from the base of her throat to the bottom of her navel, making the tiny hairs rise. He finally presses a finger to her skin and she quivers, “Oh.”

“Like my hands?” She nods. He drags that finger down until he feels how wet she is, stopping to tease her. “I love your pussy. You know that? Been thinking about it for months, having dreams about how you’ll feel on my face,” he then starts to play with her clit and brings his mouth to her neck, “wet and so sensitive. I’ve been thinking about how good you must taste. A sweet little thing like you, y/n. Bet it’s just like sugar, yeah?” With that, Harry brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean. “Even better than that, baby.”

He knows how to tease and y/n never knew he was so capable. She knew he was good with girls, but she assumed it was his charm. He has a way with his words and his fingers, she can’t comprehend what other parts of him can do. Harry’s only been teasing her and she’s already a moaning mess for him, moving her hips and wiggling in his arm. She needs more from him and she’s going to take it. She places her hand on his, pushing it down so his fingers sink into her. “No more teasing.” Her voice cracks and Harry smirks.

“I could make it so much worse, y/n. I could make you beg for me,” he curves his fingers just right so that she gasps and yelps for him, “make you do that over and over again and not let you come.” He’s so smug. “But I won’t, not today.”

Y/n’s eyes begin to water due to his hand movements. His fingers bend back and forth at a fast rate causing her to moan. “Oh my god. Yeah, right there. Right there.” Harry’s nose is now pressed to her cheek, eyes traveling down to his hand every once in a while.

“Oh? Right here?” He adds a little more pressure and she whimpers. “What if I were to make it even better? Would you like that? Hmm?” He doesn’t even wait for her response before falling down her body. His mouth is on her in seconds, licking and sucking like he’s trying to get high off of her.

Y/n hands are grabbing the pillow behind her and she’s crying his name, “Harry. Harry. Harry. Oh, fuck.”  She won’t be able to last long if he keeps this up. She can already feel that tightness, but she wants to fuck him. She wants to show Harry how she feels right now and how badly she’s wanted to please him. “Fuck me.”

Harry stops and looks up at her, “What?” He knew that things were going to get heated, certainly, but he wasn’t expecting to go that far or her wanting to.

“You heard me, H. Fuck me. Fuck me like you love me.” Y/n bites her lip and Harry flies to her face, kissing her softly.

“I do love you.” He begins to undress, probably breaking a record for getting naked so fast.

“Good.” She pulls him down and guides him on his back, sliding herself down on him. She wasted no time in riding him. Harry’s hand squeezes her ass and the other goes to her mouth. She sucks his thumb so eagerly that it makes a ‘pop’ every time it leaves her lips. “You feel so good.” He grins proudly and squeezes a cheek even tighter making y/n sigh from that tight burn.

“Oh, you do like my hands.” She concentrates on her movements, but they come to a halt when Harry’s hand slaps her ass.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s fingernails dig into the little birds on his skin and she bucks forward, clenching his dick inside her.

“I knew you were fuckin’ naughty. I knew it, baby.”  He spanks her once more just to feel her nails dig into his chest again. She inhales sharply, slowly building back up to her pace. “Oh, that’s it. Just like that.” Harry’s head falls back to the pillow and this time, he’s the one moan for her. His deep, throaty groans only make her want to go faster and harder for him.  Her hands roam his upper body until her two small hands gently glide up his throat causing him to shake and moan. Y/n smiles, as it seems that maybe Harry is not as dominating as she thought.

She leans her body forward, still grinding into him with a hand resting on his throat. “I think maybe,” she squeezes her hand and he bites his lip, “maybe that you’re the one who likes to get a little naughty.” Harry doesn’t speak just yet, he only smiles and spanks her the harder than before. Y/n’s eyes snap closed and her mouth is left to gape open.

“I don’t think so, love.” He pushes her chest to his face, sucking hard on her nipple. He thrusts upwards as fast as he can while holding her in place with one arm around her back. He spanks her three more times, soothing it by rubbing his palm across her cheek each time. “Mmm, I love you like this. I love you.”

It’s difficult for Y/n to speak with all of the moans stuck in her throat. Her fingers run through Harry’s hair and when he hits that spot inside her, she tugs at it. He doesn’t mind, he actually loves it. Each time she pulls it sends a hot tingle straight to his dick. “You’re gonna make me come, H.” He lets out one of his dorky chuckles and flips her on her back.

“That’s the idea.” He hikes up her leg and gives her all he has. She lets out a string of ‘fucks’ and ‘oh my gods’ and he knows that she’s coming. He can feel it. “You’re there, don’t hold back. Move your hips, I know you want to. Do what you want, come on my dick. Come for me.” She then lifts her hips and grinds herself on him so that she’s as close as she can get. Y/n lets out a cry and what sounds something like an ‘Ugh’. She comes hard and wild, just like he had hoped. She brings both of her legs up and hold on to his waist. Even though she looks relaxed, she still feels that pulsing sensation. “You need me to stop?” Harry is close, but he doesn’t want to overstay his…welcome so to speak.

“No, I want to make you feel good. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” For some reason, her statement gives him a chill, little tiny bumps rise all over his body and he pumps into her eagerly. He’s thrilled by the fact that she wants to be the one who makes him feel this way. Her eyes close and he’s not sure but he think she has a small smile on her face. He feels nothing but the purest form of pleasure and love right now and he can barely handle it. Y/n feels his dick twitch inside her and Harry grits his teeth. He dramatically drops on top of her, pretending to be dead and leaving Y/n to giggle.

“Oh my love, you’ve died. What will I tell the police?” She runs her fingers through his hair then pokes at his back.

“Death by pussy, I presume?” He still lies on top of her, with his chin resting on her chest. When she just looks at him he starts to giggle, making her smile.

“Harry get off of me, you geek.” He pretends to be hurt, but his still smiling so she pokes his dimple. He leans his head into her finger then pretends to bite it. “See, total geek.”

He gives her his best pouty expression, “But you love this geek?”

“Yes, I love this geek.” Harry scoots up to her lips and kisses her, telling her that he loves her for what seems like the millionth time.

Accompanied blurb

Harry watched Y/N water the flowers on their balcony. The fabric of her dress is thin but flowy, allowing him to see the curves of her body as she moves. There was something about dresses like this that just kind of…got him going. The color was also very desirable to him, a dark blue that looked black in certain light.

When the plants are watered she leans against the railing to feel a soft breeze. The loose hairs dance around her face and she moans, making Harry almost jump out of his seat. His body presses against hers from behind. His hands sliding from her waist down her thighs to collect the material, bunching it up in his hands and pulling upwards. With his mouth pressed to her ear, he states, “I love this dress.”

His hands continue pulling the gathered fabric up her thigh until she places a hand on one of his fists, “If you like so much then why are you trying to take it off of me.”

She can feel him smirk on her ear and the front of the dress drops only to have to back aggressively pushed up to her hips. His fingers toy with the hem of her underwear and he pulls them down her thighs, “Your dress wasn’t what I was trying to take off, love.” Her hands grip the railing as he dips his middle finger into her. He chuckles, “See that couple down there eating dinner. What if they saw us? What if they knew that I’m playing with your pussy.”

Her eyes find the couple. They sip on their drinks and talk over their food. Y/N leans forward, allowing him greater access. The threat of being seen and the sensation of his fingers moving  back and forth between her pussy and clit make her feel like she could float away. Her heart skips a beat when she hears the click of his belt. “Oh, my god.” Her voice is low but she becomes muffled by Harrys fingers sliding into her mouth. She feels him enter her and her legs spread wider, letting him move deeper.

“How do you taste?” He smiles widely knowing that she can’t answer. He looks up to move his hair out of his face but is greeted with an unexpected audience, a young woman across the way is watching them and Harry leans back down, directing Y/N’s jaw toward her. “Look at her, who do you think she wants to be right now? Me or you?” The woman looks completely horrified and closes her curtains. “Aw, such a shame. She could’ve seen you come for me, missing quite the show.”

[thekingsparty]

𝔸𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

nicknames:  ash, mells, kings

zodiac: sagittarius

height: 5’7.5

timezone: GMT+2

sexuality: pan

favorite bands / artist: i agree on rammstein, bastille, imagine dragons, 

song stuck in my head: it’s a back and forth between the song of the white wolf & a very embarrassing song tv has been mercilessly throwing at me, ikke hüftgold’s dicke titten kartoffelsalat - it’s utter trash but it’s in my fckn head

last movie i saw: project power

last thing i googled: iiii was looking for a translation to explain something about the witcher’s face vs henry XD being “distinctive facial features” <- i googled the german words, markante gesichtszüge english lol

do i get asks: randomly yes, @gaydemonwolf​ often sends me things :3

following: 975

followers: uhhhh 2,538

average amount of sleep: 4-8h

what i’m wearing: too many layers but i hate my skin touching ANYTHING lol so i got pants, a shirt etc.

dream job: software designer with a gaming company (like quantic dreams, or apple)

favorite food: french fries >_>

favorite animal: fox!!!!

play any instruments: i can play simple songs on keyboard aaand yeah..

eye color: uhhhhh brown..or something

hair color: brown

languages you speak: german, high german, english, french, japanese and i can count to 10 dogs in russian

random fact: uhhhhhhhhhhh, i’m not a v spontaneous person, oh! mark s converted me at my very first convention. i was a misha + destiel shipper before.. then i met him and got an m&g with him and he joked about deflowering me (bc first con) and he just has such an aura the whole fckn room is quiet when he enters.. i died and was reborn and yeah. spn hadn’t only aired to s5 here at the time so i didn’t see much crowley yet and had only little chance to love him? safe to say that got me to find another way to watch (in english) and bam. 

tagged by: @awaywardboy-andhisangel​ (thanks <333)

tagging: @gaydemonwolf, @scarred-up-angel, @fracturedsword, @waywardfreckled, @waywardfeathered, @grcxefallcn​, @dreamoftheendless​, @summerxmelodies​ & everybody else who wants to share. tag me pls <3

[lemondoddle]

okay i saw cats yesterday and here are my thoughts

firstly, it was such a terrible decision to do cgi mocap and not even because of how they look. cats is supposed to be a ballet, but the cg makes all of the dancing look jittery and floaty with no weight, especcially when they jump. its just so terribly obvious that they used cables to lift them up and puts a bad quality to all the dancing (credit where credit is due tho, i do like a lot of the choreography)

the ending is also ruined by using cgi. the whole point of the cat who gets chosen to be reborn wearing all those coats is for a practical effect on stage! the actor would hunch over and have the coats obscure them, and then come out of the coats looking new and reborn, in the movie she literally just gets in a hot air balloon and floats up to heaven

so here are some notes i took on the ride home from watching the movie:

i hate how they nuzzle each other

there are human legs shown. what do the humans look like.

why do they have hands and feet

so much horny eye contact

i really thought jason derulo was gonna lick victoria’s foot

every time they look at and eat food is the worst

especially when james corden lies down and absorbs alcohol into his void mouth

rebel wilson unzips her fur to reveal a dress. it literally looked as if a naked person took of their skin and underneath was also their skin in a fucking cocktail dress

i liked when james corden gets trash can sucked to hell by macavity

everything is so weirdly sexual

there are so many cats on screen at all times

the group of cats also speak in unison too much and its so creepy

i can’t even tell you how many times i whispered “oh god” to myself while watching it

the ending is so awful, judy dench please stop looking directly into he camera

mistopholes also tips his head down to take his hat off and for a moment the perspective makes him look like a real cat and it genuinely scared me

everyone has barbie crotches

the sets and props are sized up in an attempt to make the “cats” look small but it just doesn’t work. they either look way too tiny or clash with their adult human proportioned bodies

after the first dance of the jellical ball its just silent with all the cats panting it was so gross

i finally broke during the first singing of memories and upset my sister by laughing uncontrollably during that that song

ian mckellan doesnt know how to hiss and that was pretty funny

snot

lots of odd and sudden camera cuts

overall, it made me feel a mix of emotions that i cant quite describe, but i feel like some part of me has been stolen as a result of watching that  movie. thatnk you and goodnight

[tymedfire]

The Umbrella Academy/Merlin Crossover

Because I’m trash and I have to make everything a Merlin AU or crossover, and because @feelsextraordinaire and @msssstilinski are enablers. (Also, most of the details in here are straight from @msssstilinski‘s mind, that genius)

Children being born happened to bring back the Round Table, but something happened to change the outcome

It brings the Round Table and 36 other people from different parts of history

Luthor is Percival, obviously

When he was a child, he dreamed things: red cloaks, a house with the bodies of a woman and three small children, roasted chicken on a string, a white dragon

He never tells anyone about it

Merlin is immortal (duh)

He found Arthur when he was a baby and raised him

He couldn’t separate his friend from this child that he’s raising, so he took his own memories until Arthur either turns 21 or remembers for himself

Every other child that was born that day is from another period in time, but Reginald ended up getting all the children who impacted Merlin’s life the most

(I’m not saying that Merlin caused them all to be reborn because he was trying to bring back the people he cared about to stop the end of the world, but  Merlin caused them all to be reborn because he was trying to bring back the people he cared about to stop the end of the world)

Let’s start with Klaus (at the time, called Henry)

He was born around ‘38 and fought in Vietnam with Dave and Merlin

Klaus died only minutes after Dave did, and Merlin wished for the billionth time that he could die, too

People always thought Klaus and Merlin were brothers, so they eventually stopped correcting people

Klaus’s gravestone is right next to Dave’s (they couldn’t recover eithers body, but Merlin made sure they got remembered) and it says “Loving son and brother”

Five (Snatch)

He’s born in 1970 (he’s the closest to present times) and he dies at the same age he disappears in canon

He doesn’t remember what his name was when he was born, or if he even had one

An old homeless man (who was just as much of an asshole as Five himself) that Five always stole from called him a “dirty little snatcher” one day, and everybody just started calling him Snatch after that

He’s an orphan kid with a smart mouth that Merlin takes under his wing, because he reminds him just a little too much of Will (except wittier, lbr)

He probably dies after mouthing off to like a mob boss or something, honestly

Allison (Dorothy)

She dies in 1938, a few days before Klaus is born

She and Merlin bootlegged during the Prohibition together

They weren’t together, but they loved each other in the same way he and Gwen loved each other

She dies of illness

Ben (Eustace)

Ben is Merlin’s first friend after losing Camelot

He’s the only one of the Hargreeves to live to old age in their first life

They serve together in a war long before America was founded, and he’s the first person Merlin shows his magic to since Camelot

Merlin watches him wither away in old age like he watched Gwen, not aging and bitter that he has to go through this again and he’s reminded why he avoided people for so long, because this kind of heartache is hard to move on from (he keeps latching onto people anyways)

Diego (Edmund)

They also serve together, under Queen Elizabeth I

Serving is the only thing Merlin knows how to do, the only thing that keeps him distracted

Diego reminds Merlin of Arthur

Spain is invading and Merlin follows Diego into the thick of battle, right at the front lines, and he kills half the Spanish Armada when someone drives a sword into diego’s stomach

(once they all remember, Merlin and Diego’s reunion is as emotional as Arthur and Merlin’s)

Vanya

Vanya is the only one to not have a past life

She’s the deciding factor for the end of the world

Either she sides with Morgana, and the world is destroyed, or she sides with Merlin and Arthur, and the world is saved

And Morgana might have convinced her if Merlin simply hadn’t lived so long and seen so much

He sees how scared she is, he knows how it feels to have these intense destructive powers that are so hard to control, and he still has his compassion

He helps her and that makes all the difference

(he’s learned. He won’t make the same mistake he made with Morgana again)

She saves the world

And on the flip side…

All the Knights, Arthur, and Gwen have powers

Elyan (Kenneth) has fire powers

He can control fire, but he can’t create it himself, so he always carries around a lighter

Leon (William) can control sunlight, like Apollo

He still loves crossbows, and he’s fantastic at using them

Gwen (Gwyneth) can grow and control plants

She once choked a guy with a vine when he tried to cop a feel, what a legend

Lancelot (Lorenzo) has a power similar to Allison’s, except where Allison’s power is to control and force, Lancelot’s is to sooth situations

People call him The Mediator as a joke, because his power is so subtle it’s hard to detect when it’s being used and it took forever to actually figure out what it was

But then he de-escalated a fight between the two angriest people in school with a few words and it got a little more obvious

Gwaine’s (James, sometimes Jamie) power is survival

He can force himself to sleep when he needs it, power through without food, master any weapon put in front of him, and track animals and identify plants instinctively

Arthur has straight up, Camelot-era magic, because irony

He rarely uses it, though, because he has Merlin and he just doesn’t need it

Morgana (Lilith) has her magic

Mordred (Nolan) doesn’t, but he can read minds and communicate with people through mindspeak

Except he can only communicate silently with people from Camelot

Bonus

Will (Jack) comes back as well, because reasons

He was there when Gwen choked a guy with a vine, and it’s still his favorite moment ever

He can turn people’s powers against them, and can also absorb them for a short time. When Gwen lets the guy go, and he goes running, Will swats at him with the vine and rips his pants open

Double Bonus

Eudora lives, because reasons

[absolutebl]

Hullo! I love all that you post and always look forward to your weekly updates :)

I stumbled upon your country-by-country BL explainers and rec lists just as I got into BL, and since then have been in a fog consuming ALL of it - possibly to the detriment of my own enjoyment as I crammed too much too quickly… so now I find myself rewatching a lot and liking many shows better the second time round. Key to that has been hunting down your Episode breakdowns to follow along with which are great! Do you have a master list of shows that you have done ep-by-ep watch alongs to?

Oh goodness, how kind of you!

No actually, because i tend to think, who would want all my waffling? But I do have a record so I can list em for you:

All My BL Series Watch Alongs & Epic Trash Watchings + Marshmallow Roasting Rating 

Oxygen the series - the first one I did when this blog was under its old name

RATING: 12 homemade high quality fancy pants marshmallows dipped in milk chocolate, far too sweet, can’t stop eating, no roasting needed, may make you sick tho.

Gen Y the series - the original trash watch & Gen Y 2 - The Glorious Trash Watch Reborn

RATING: 50 extra fat pink marshmallows and maybe some cheep chocolate and stale gram crackers because Gen Y 2 gave us s'mores... we didn’t ask for it, but they gave it to us anyway 

TharnType 2: 7 Years of I Can't Even - serious trash watch

RATING: 100 dumb yellow peeps, just that much trash

Don’t Say No - LeoFiat 2021 - can't stop the trash watch, actual title? Just Say No

RATING: 1000 of those tiny little marshmallows, required to be roasted speared onto willow switches, of course, for maximum PAIN

Bad Buddy - Ep by Ep Snarkfest episode recaps (decidedly NOT trash)

RATING: 1 extra large rice krispy treat, you think you’re gonna hate it, but once you start eating it you cannot stop.

Light On Me - but I only picked up and started talking about it at half way through at around ep 8. 

RATING: 3 moon-pies, marshmallow fluff stuffed chewy cookie of yummy, certainly no trash fire, eminently snackable, a little over processed tho ... all the packaging.

Color Rush - watch me slowly lose my mind over one very short show

RATING: 2 scoops rocky road ice cream, oh the marshmallows are there but it’s not what you first think of when I say marshmallow 

Manner of Death - This one was kind of hilarious since I spent most of the show trying to figure out what it wanted to be and if is was actually BL, but to be fair, so did it. Actual title? MurderY 

RATING: 1 box of Lucky Charms cereal, the marshmallows were hard but not unwelcome, no roasting because there turned out to be no dumpster fire

Enchanté Ep-by-Ep Watch Along - I had high expectations so I thought it would be a squee watch, nope. Actual title? Disenchanted 

RATING: 5 stale plain marshmallows, just... I had such high expectations

Unforgotten Night - I knew going in this was gonna be bad, I just didn’t realize HOW bad. Actual title? Forgotten Plumbing. The only kinks were in the hose.

RATING: marshmallows get stuck inside pipes, swell and turn to mush, total catastrophe in all ways

Minato’s Laundromat - Japan compresses the fluff so hard it nearly made me explode. 

RATING: 9 perfect marshmallow peeps roasted over an open fire. What, you’ve never tried roasting a peep? YOU HAVEN’T LIVED. 

Until We Meet Again rewatch + commentary  - I think Until We Meet Again is the best BL Thailand has produced, and probably will ever produce. I did a rewatch in preparation for the spin off, Between Us. 

RATING: ALL THE MARSHMALLOWS BELONG TO UWMA

Love in the Air  - I lose my mind over mame... again, and we should both know better but apparently that makes no difference, also no need to get too close this dumpster was on FIRE - all your marshmallows will be roasted and probably your eyebrows too

RATING: Melted marshmallows got all over my damn cinnamon roll. Again.

Between Us - simultaneously not as fluffy as I wanted and too much fluffy

RATING: I roasted a few nice marshmallows but smoke got in my eyes.

Be My Favorite - what is this nonsense fluff?

RATING: One tub of that midwestern white stuff you spread on toast (ewe no, not that white stuff, although I'm sure that's someeone's kink) kinda wet and weirdly silken and not fluffy enough, not as much roasting as one might hope

Wedding Plan - I just... it's mame?

RATING: one of those large fluffy marshmallows that got left out in the rain, became slimy.

Pit Babe - it's bonkers is all the right ways

RATING: someone went to the after easter blow out sale and bought all the marshmallows. ALL OF THEM.

Love Sea - Mame strikes back with a limp noodle

RATING: you got my noodles full of marshmallows, and nobody wants that

(source)

[neirawrites]

WIP Questions Tag Game

ok, full disclosure i’m taking a bit of a tumblr break, but I wanted to do this one for a while now, so a big thanks to @katekyo-bitch-reborn for giving me the chance. 

WIP: A Better World. 

1. Describe the plot in one sentence?

Parallel universe humans visit Earth and hijinks ensue. 

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

Sight: the night sky and sibrian tundra 

Smell: books, disinfectants, paint and blood

Sound: friendly laughter, gunshot and a desperate scream. 

Feel: scales, books and cold metal of a gun. 

Taste: burgers, hot chocolate and your own blood in your mouth. 

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

I’m not that much of a music person, so the only real songs referenced in ABW are “Starman” by David Bowie and “Sing” by Ed Sheeran, not named by name, but both are jokes.

Instead, let me to this for Phantom Limb, my prodigal child of a novel, so you may learn some nice ex yu music (and some trash)

Hungarian Rapsody, no 2. by Listz (not bosnian, as you can tell)

A što ćemo ljubav kriti? (Why should be hide love?):This is the unofficial LGBT anthem around here, and Danica sings it to Alma and it’s romantic and fluffy and so self indulgent it hurts. 

Par Godina za nas (Few years for us), by Ekatarina Velika, the best ex yu band and I will fight you on this

Računajte na nas, (Count on us) by Đorđe Bašašević, the only millennial anthem released in the 70′s

Ibro Dirka, by Zabranjeo Pušenje, a song about an accordion player refusing to sell his ideals. That whole album (while you wait for the dawn with the devil) is referenced too.

Ti lutaš bebo (you’re wandering baby), by maya berović. this is the lowest tier of ex yu music, but since this novel takes place in 2018 and it deals with sarajevo gayz, it would be impossible not to reference it because that is all they played for months.

Burek by Dino Merlin (look, i hate this song and I hate this guy, but this is so quintessentially Bosnian it had to be in here). also, the singer is a huge part of the novel. 

Vedran Smailović, the Cellist of Sarajevo, has a cameo, because I’m apparently a 57 year old american journalist who spent 2 weeks in Sarajevo in like 2005 and has to reference the war in their novel that takes place 20 years later.

Just put me down for a few anime soundtracks. and make it Yuri. 

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

Back to ABW: it takes place in the mid to late 2020, in Siberia. The sequel takes place a year later, on Jord, in what is basically Cape Town, South Africa. I have never been at either of these places. 

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

The original title for this, years and years ago, was A Fallen Angel. I don’t understand it either, it was a sci fi story even back then. 

6. What’s the first line of your novel?

Being the first line of communication with an alien race wasn’t an easy job, but Dafne Everson was more than happy to do it. TBH, I’m not that happy with my first chapter. it’s a bit... info dump-y.

7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of? 

“-I don’t think that much has changed. You can’t change your past. That’s kind of the problem.- -But you can change the way it shapes your present-”

-Get up, fuckface, I want you off my planet.- 

-Choke on your Gucci cufflinks you twat.- 

 “In the immortal words of Martina Fernandez “Go fuck yourself”“ by Martina Fernandez. (the last 3 are all by martina) 

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

“-I don’t want to change the world.- Onisha admitted –I just want to understand it.- -You can’t understand it completely and not change it in the process.- she said. The passion was back in her eyes. That glow of manic comprehension of the world and its components reminded Onisha why she came here in the first place. Science was more than a bunch of people in lab coats doing boring equations or repeating the same experiments hundreds of times. If the initial spark didn’t exist, no one would bother. In that moment Nova was that passion personified; the drive that made Chien-Shiung Wu cancel her vacation plans to experiment with cobalt and wreck the conservation of parity; Vera Rubin’s love for stars that buried her under a mountain of data to measure galactic rotation curves and confirm the existence of Dark Matter. She was Emmy Noether, and Marrie Currie and Lise Meitner and a million other brilliant people and their passion for knowledge. She could change the world. And Onisha would help her do it. " Look, i just love my science lesbians and their passion to make a better world. 

9. Who are your character(s) faceclaims?

I don’t have a many of these, just a few I came across randomly:

Domhnall Gleeson as the young ginger man. I would like to thank Forggy for this idea. I was blinded by my basic bitch love for Tom Hiddleston.

Dwayne The Rock Johnson as the emir (president) of Jord, Kalti Forgisto. this character shows up in one scene, and has like 3 lines and i will not compromise on this. 

Lee Pace and Darren Criss were my Etah Asimov and Elazar Leos, but I recently figured out neither of these characters are fully white, even tho they are pretty pale, soooo this casting has to change pretty soon. 

10. Sort your character(s) into Hogwarts houses.

Gryffindor: MARTINA (she probably walked into the great hall and the hat yelled “you there, with the naurto shirt under the robes, go sit with the lions”), Zeta, Dafne, Dalian.  

Slytherin: Nova (she would fight for ravenclaw tho), Steve, Errien, Liang

Ravenclaw: Onisha, Mila, Elazar, John, 

Hufflepuff: Etah, Ginger Man, Sasha, Nika, Rohan,

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

I’m kinda self conscious about all of my names :S

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Since I have like 579 ocs, let me help myself with an explanation: Jords in general dress like the entire planet pointed a gigantic middle finger to the concept of color coordination. So, 3 categories for everyone. 

Fashion disaster: Nova, Onisha, Errien, Nika, Rohan, Dalian(first date outfit: a simple polka dotted purple tunic and striped yellow pants, Cecil Palmer school of fashion bejbi)

Neutral: Etah, John, Zeta, 

Fashion deity: Martina, Mila, Sasha, Steve, Elazar

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Nova has a small birthmark under her eye.

Etah has a lot of self harm scars, and a big one on his wrist. 

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

Probably Etah because of what happens to him and I haaaate myself for it. 

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Dafne and the ginger man. She’s a journalists, he’s a part time writer and they are pretty successful. I also love the idea and the great Artist Steve writes like an edgy 12 year old writing their first grimdark fanfic. 

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Best is probably a bit spoilery. The worst is Onisha (imagine Mob, from MP100, but female, black and instead of psychic powers, she has an imminence knowledge of physics) 

17. What character swears the most? Least?

Martina will cuss you in six different languages. 

Onisha is a walking G rated film (tho, one time she cusses was so satisfying to write)

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Steve and Etah have the best. Zeta and Liang are doctors. 

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

They all have something of mine, something i want and something i don’t.The most like me is probably Onisha. The least probably Zeta or Sasha.  If you want my real self inserts, look at Phantom Limb, where Danica and Alma are just the last two of my brain cells personified. 

20. Which character would you most like to be?

Interesting question. Probably put me down for Dafne Everson. She has a loving dad and sister (and a shitty mom, but who doesn’t?), a career she loves. she travels all over the world, people read her writing and love it, she has a few close friends she really loves and the weight of all the world’s secrets on her shoulders. 

Anyone who wants to do this is more than welcome to. Please tag me, I would like to see more once I make my triumphant comeback (or come crawling back with my tail between my legs).